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“Jesus,” I growl, my thoughts emptying of Lance and his dragon tattoo and the Cartel and all of it.
I just want to focus on her.
My woman.
And nothing else.
I loop my arms around her waist and pull her close, pushing myself against her, feeling every heavenly curve of her body. Her breasts flattening against my leather and even through it, I can sense her, her womb, her child bearing hips twitching and shivering in anticipation.
I claim her lips and our tongues battle and whirl together, the nerves tingling, the sensation buzzing.
My manhood twitches and I have to break the kiss off, stepping back and nodding to the bike.
Her expression falters. “Is everything okay?”
I smirk. “Better than okay, Kelly. It’s just that if I keep kissing you, I’m liable to fuck you right here before we even get to dinner. Claim you like the unchained beast I am. So I thought it’d be better if we get going so I can try and pretend to be a gentleman.”
She rolls her eyes and giggles, endearing times a thousand.
I find myself wondering if our daughters are going to have those eyes, those flares of green, and if our sons are going to take after me.
Or will we melt together, our features blending?
“A gentleman,” she teases, jabbing me in the side. “Now I’d love to see you try and do that.”
I catch her wrist and close the distance between us again, leaning down and holding my lips nears her, just holding them there so that we can taste each other’s breath, my seed and her womb sending signals through our carnal panting.
“What are you doing?” she whispers.
“Trying not to kiss you.”
“Oh? And how’s that working out for you.”
I smirk and kiss her again, groaning as my manhood flips up in my boxer briefs and almost spears out the top of my pants.
“Okay, okay,” she gasps, stepping back with her red lips and her blushing cheeks. “I think you’ve got a point here. I’m about to go crazy, too. Shall we go before we … you know?”
“So innocent,” I banter, wrapping my arm over her shoulder and guiding her toward the bike. “And, I’ve noticed, you’re not exactly dressed for a motorcycle, are you? You’ve forgotten your leather.”
“Doofus,” she says, shaking her head and stepping back. “Not you. Me. Jeez, I guess I should’ve thought of that. But I didn’t, clearly, so what shall we do? I can call a cab, I guess, or …”
She cuts off when the limousine appears from behind the library. She clearly didn’t see me slide my hand in my pocket and press Send on the queued text, letting the driver know it’s time to make his appearance.
I stroll over to the door and open it, bowing my head with a wolfish grin.
“After you, my lady,” I say in a bantering, overly polite tone.
She giggles and brushes her fingers along my cheek as she passes. “You’re too much, Kane, you know that?”
“You better get used to it,” I growl, climbing in after her. “Because it’s me and you. Forever.”
Chapter Ten
Kelly
As we glide out of Aslado toward our date, I hammer it into my mind that Dad is not going to intrude on this moment. The specter of his disappointment won’t be allowed to rear its invasive head.
Instead, I’m just going to allow myself to build a protective wall around our date, pretend that the feud between Dad and Kane doesn’t exist.
Isn’t feud such a funny, out of place word, just like arch nemesis?
Sitting opposite from Kane, letting my eyes move over the crisp steel of his suit, his salt and pepper hair swept to the side and his clean shaven jaws tight as he explores me the same way I do him, I find it easy to just let all of that fall away.
It’s just me and him.
It’s like he said.
Forever.
The limousine stops and the door opens, as if by magic. Of course, I know that the driver is opening it, but before I can turn to thank him Kane’s hand is on the small of my back, his lips close to my ear, painting it in sinful heat.
“We better get in there,” he says, voice shimmering with withheld longing. “Otherwise I won’t be held responsible for whatever I do to you, Kelly.”
“You’re an animal,” I say. “Would you really take advantage of an inexperienced innocent virgin like that?”
His hand tightens on my back, the warmth seeping through the fabric into my skin.
“You know exactly how to drive me wild, don’t you?”
An image of myself punches into my mind. Me sitting by the library window in high school on a hot summer’s day, looking between the chapter about syntax on the table before me and outside, where a bunch of regular kids are playing, laughing, having a great time.
And then I see the red dragon, its fire flaming, and my skin crawls.
